I'm sick of the land lubbers, I'm sick of the tan lovers
The tie dyes, the tired eyes and the rest
So I'm going out to see what the water makes of me
Or if there is just a lubber in my chest
It's not about cattle, I'm sick of committing
So I might as well straddle the line between starting and quitting
And if they don't commend me they won't get off easy, cause it's hard for me I guess
So the salt negates my bitterness, this silly situation is hit or miss
My love for you is nearly gone
Between a thorn in my side and a water bitten ride
I will take the one with more wide open sky
And if they publish me ever and I get what is coming
About my endeavor and not about the fact that I'm running
A magazine cover so your future lover will shiver when he reads what's become of me
It's been a matter of months, I don't matter to you
So I guess there is something that you'd like me to do
Find something abandoned or a deeper shade of blue or maroon or a darker night sky
But it's gotten to the point where I think I can see
In the murkiest depths for several miles it seems
But no publications have even mentioned my name
So I started wearing earth tones again, I started feeling alone again
I've started wondering where you are
But it's not like I've seen all the things I need to see and it's not like I've done all the things I gotta
But I miss you goddamnit, I hate to admit it
I didn't even plan it, but my head went and did it
So I'll stay a bit longer and I'll hope to get stronger but I'm weaker than you think
But if i can't stop this restlessness then I can't stop the rest of this
I'll take my longing to the shore
And I'm going back westward, so I can counter-sequester
Myself from yourself and yourself from the storm
The streets are more quiet than they were when I left them
I won't start a riot but I guess I've got a couple of questions
Like where the hell are you
And what am I to do now that I've returned and my bridges have been burned
But as my luck would have it, you quit your bad habit
You started sleeping with the door closed
And the curtains drawn tight and an absence of light
And the feeling something bad is gonna happen
So my shoulders pulled through just in time
To find four hands in the air but none of them were mine
So I'm going back out there, I'm going back out there in spite of you
But I need you back sometime, I need you back sometime
But any old time won't do